So fine. My in-laws had a little birthday party for me at their place yesterday. My baby sister-in-law's idea. It was really sweet and unexpected. Betsy gave me a cookbook and Tom's parents gave me a warm and comfy turtleneck and a totable pyrex warmer/carrier thing. Which hoppie interperated (correctly) as a hint to remember to bring edibles for xmas since we're spending it with his family.
I'll have to figure out what to make.
Scott did the work I would have done Friday but for the flat tire, and part of me feels guilty, part of me feels grouchy and part of me is greatful. What a horrible person I am. I should be completely thrilled that Scott did my work, but what does he think I am? Some kind of slacker who doesn't know what to do? Harrumph. It's definitely me. I've lost all sense of balance and proportion.
Tomorrow.
